The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.
- A Song for St. Cecilia's Day [Music]

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony, to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in man.
- A Song for St. Cecilia's Day (l. 11)
[Creation]

Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
- Absalom and Achitophel [Lying]